Thy Careful Caress

Thy careful caress - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Love too much on the tiny breast of time, Impetuosity of pain with cipher perception On the cool shade of thy bosom, I am wordless for thy divine with no conceptual Way of caress, No way to deal it or to express with precise form of word. A beggar in mind and soul is uplifted with thy rich accosting celebration of surrender. In the deep self of mine I find thee as my Inner being weak and motionless, As rapturous somnambulism. O dear thou art one for whom I am formed again and again and die with totality of consciousness. In the web of consciousness thou art My unconscious blessing, fragrance of existence with existential fulfilment. This life is thy oblation and immolation Of thy future for the rootless present.